Page 100 of The Death Games


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Then I flopped forward onto his broad, muscular chest, gasping and out of breath.

I looked up at him but he wasn’t moving.

His eyes were shut and his face lay prone to one side.

My heart was in my throat. “Talan?”

Was I too late?

Had the delay been for too long?

I reached up and, fingers shaking, pressed them against the cool scales of his cheek. “Talan?”

I pressed a hand to his chest but my own heart was beating so hard and fast, I couldn’t feel his. “Talan!”

The green mist swept over the landscape, rushing toward me.

But I couldn’t reset.

Not yet.

Not without knowing if Talan was still with me.

Tears leapt into my eyes but didn’t yet begin their long journey down my face.

I coughed and sputtered as the mist entered my lungs.

I flopped forward, my cheek pressed against his chest.

As darkness flooded my body, kidnapping my consciousness, the tears that had gathered in my eyes spilled forth.

And there, on the very fringes of my waning consciousness, I thought I felt it…

A dull thud coming from his chest.

But was it from him?

Or was it once again my own, reflected back at me?

Or entirely imaginary?

Another reset came, and this time, I never wanted to see it.

* * *

“Ten…”

It was the countdown.

And that meant…

I’m back in the pod.

As I moved my hands to shove myself up, I did not feel the by-now familiar tug of the handcuffs.

It had been removed.

And if it had been removed…

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